A Short Farewell

"Draco Malfoy is Missing!"
"Malfoy's dissappeared!"
"Draco's gone! They can't find him anywhere! No one knows what's happened to him!"

Every one knows he's missing.
Every one knows he's gone.

But they don't know he's not coming back.
Only I know.
I keep my head down. I don't tell them. It will pass and Malfoy will disappear to the back of my memory.
And every one elses.
I'm keeping the note and no one will ever know where he went.
Ever!
I'm burning it.
Not here. Not now. Not yet.
It's my last memory of him but when the memory gets too hard to bear, "whoosh", and that note goes up in flames.
I can only keep myself sane by telling myself over and over again "It's not true, it's not true, it's not true ..."